Dropping down to the ground at the sight of the creature trying to force the door the windmill, Merrick motions the others to do the same. "Didn't the town master say creatures had been driven out by the dragon?" He glances round the party then points at the mill. "Let's give it a dragon to worry about, then." With a grin he says the word "Marvelo" and the sound of slow, large beating wings appears in the air above the party.
Dropping down to the ground at the sight of the creature trying to force the door the windmill, Merrick motions the others to do the same. "Didn't the town master say creatures had been driven out by the dragon?" He glances round the party then points at the mill. "Let's give it a dragon to worry about, then." With a grin he says the word "Marvelo" and the sound of slow, large beating wings appears in the air above the party.
Try as you will, the sound doesn't come out as you expected, as you've only faintly heard what a dragon beating its wings sounds. However, you did succeed in drawing the Manticore's attention towards the party, as it's now flying over. What you didn't expect, was for it to speak to you, though its voice comes out broken and gravelly. "Give food, treasure, or leave. Human den has food for mate."
It would appear as though it's asking you for food or some treasure. Not attacking just yet.
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There's a moment of silence as everyone (who isn't your party members, I don't speak for them), just stares at you, blankly. Then a loud thwack! As an apple strikes your forehead. Red, you take one point of bludgeoning damage. "I'm not giving that thing anything out of my pantry! It tried breaking down my door, for crying out loud! Give it some food that you have or something!" The midwife shouts down at you.
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If you want a DM who will try his damndest to play with your characters in mind, feel free to contact me. I have too many stories circulating in my head and I want to tell them all to someone in a way they can interact with the worlds I make.
As the apple bounced off his head, Red broke eye contact with the beast. Bewildered, he looked at the apple on the ground and muttered, "would they truly prefer destruction over parting with a few meals!?"
He then picked up the apple without looking up and placed it in front of the manticore as a small offering before stepping back into the group.
"Seems this beast was displaced by the dragon," Roven remarks. "We might need to show some strength here," he suggests to his companions, his hand gripping the hilt of his sword.
Raising his voice to command the manticore's attention, Roven declares, "Stand down! We have food, but this aggression will not be tolerated." He shows the food but makes it clear with his posture and tone that they are prepared to defend themselves if necessary.
"Oops," Merrick mutters as the Manticore spots the party and states its demands. He motions at Roven to stay his hand. "Wait for the moment. I would rather not have to kill or fight this creature if it can be avoided.," he says quietly. Then he raises his voice. "What sort of food would do you like?" he asks the beast. "I've heard that Adabra in there makes all sorts of nasty things, poisonous things that smell really good. You wouldn't want to give your mate something that makes them sick would you? What if it made you young ones sick, or even die?" He fumbles in his pack and pulls out some jerky. "This stuff is safe, I promise, but it's all I have. I'll happily give it to you, as long as you promise not to take anything from that woman in there. For the sake of your mate?"
"More meat?" The manticore asked, taking the jerky right from your hand. However, it wasn't enough for it. You also seemed to have further gained its interest, and now it was looking at you, more specifically at your pack, with interest.
"Don't feed that thing! Who knows what'll happen if it leaves satisfied!?" The midwife cried down from the window on the second floor of the windmill. Clearly, she didn't think that you were going to feed it and were going to kill it so it had no chance to return and terrorize her further.
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While Merrick negotiates, Roven’s posture stiffens as he confronts the manticore, stepping decisively forward to position himself as a shield between the creature and the windmill.
“We’ve done what we can,” Roven declares firmly to the manticore, his voice edged with a clear threat. “Our kindness has its limits. Make any move against these people or this place, and we will act. Leave now, peacefully, and do not come back—that is your only option.”
Turning his attention upward, he reassures the midwife, “We have this under control. Remain inside for your safety.”
Minrakar’s grip tightens on his glaive as the beast approaches and takes Merrick’s meager offering. This could turn ugly really fast if the manticore decided that they looked tasty.
“Isn’t there enough wildlife around here for you to hunt?” the minotaur asked. “I’m sure there’s lots of deer or something roaming around.”
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Dropping down to the ground at the sight of the creature trying to force the door the windmill, Merrick motions the others to do the same. "Didn't the town master say creatures had been driven out by the dragon?" He glances round the party then points at the mill. "Let's give it a dragon to worry about, then." With a grin he says the word "Marvelo" and the sound of slow, large beating wings appears in the air above the party.
Try as you will, the sound doesn't come out as you expected, as you've only faintly heard what a dragon beating its wings sounds. However, you did succeed in drawing the Manticore's attention towards the party, as it's now flying over. What you didn't expect, was for it to speak to you, though its voice comes out broken and gravelly. "Give food, treasure, or leave. Human den has food for mate."
It would appear as though it's asking you for food or some treasure. Not attacking just yet.
Like many of you, I love playing D&D. Although I tend to prefer hosting 1x1 campaigns, less scheduling conflict involved.
If you want a DM who will try his damndest to play with your characters in mind, feel free to contact me. I have too many stories circulating in my head and I want to tell them all to someone in a way they can interact with the worlds I make.
Readying for a tough fight, Red starts to set the Kobold down but stops when the manticore speaks.
Geuinely surprised it can talk, he considers its words for a moment and says, "Then we will get you food."
Without breaking eye contact, he shouts up to the woman in the window, "Whatever food you have, throw it outside. Quickly!"
There's a moment of silence as everyone (who isn't your party members, I don't speak for them), just stares at you, blankly. Then a loud thwack! As an apple strikes your forehead. Red, you take one point of bludgeoning damage. "I'm not giving that thing anything out of my pantry! It tried breaking down my door, for crying out loud! Give it some food that you have or something!" The midwife shouts down at you.
Like many of you, I love playing D&D. Although I tend to prefer hosting 1x1 campaigns, less scheduling conflict involved.
If you want a DM who will try his damndest to play with your characters in mind, feel free to contact me. I have too many stories circulating in my head and I want to tell them all to someone in a way they can interact with the worlds I make.
As the apple bounced off his head, Red broke eye contact with the beast. Bewildered, he looked at the apple on the ground and muttered, "would they truly prefer destruction over parting with a few meals!?"
He then picked up the apple without looking up and placed it in front of the manticore as a small offering before stepping back into the group.
"Seems this beast was displaced by the dragon," Roven remarks. "We might need to show some strength here," he suggests to his companions, his hand gripping the hilt of his sword.
Raising his voice to command the manticore's attention, Roven declares, "Stand down! We have food, but this aggression will not be tolerated." He shows the food but makes it clear with his posture and tone that they are prepared to defend themselves if necessary.
"Oops," Merrick mutters as the Manticore spots the party and states its demands. He motions at Roven to stay his hand. "Wait for the moment. I would rather not have to kill or fight this creature if it can be avoided.," he says quietly. Then he raises his voice. "What sort of food would do you like?" he asks the beast. "I've heard that Adabra in there makes all sorts of nasty things, poisonous things that smell really good. You wouldn't want to give your mate something that makes them sick would you? What if it made you young ones sick, or even die?" He fumbles in his pack and pulls out some jerky. "This stuff is safe, I promise, but it's all I have. I'll happily give it to you, as long as you promise not to take anything from that woman in there. For the sake of your mate?"
"More meat?" The manticore asked, taking the jerky right from your hand. However, it wasn't enough for it. You also seemed to have further gained its interest, and now it was looking at you, more specifically at your pack, with interest.
"Don't feed that thing! Who knows what'll happen if it leaves satisfied!?" The midwife cried down from the window on the second floor of the windmill. Clearly, she didn't think that you were going to feed it and were going to kill it so it had no chance to return and terrorize her further.
Like many of you, I love playing D&D. Although I tend to prefer hosting 1x1 campaigns, less scheduling conflict involved.
If you want a DM who will try his damndest to play with your characters in mind, feel free to contact me. I have too many stories circulating in my head and I want to tell them all to someone in a way they can interact with the worlds I make.
While Merrick negotiates, Roven’s posture stiffens as he confronts the manticore, stepping decisively forward to position himself as a shield between the creature and the windmill.
“We’ve done what we can,” Roven declares firmly to the manticore, his voice edged with a clear threat. “Our kindness has its limits. Make any move against these people or this place, and we will act. Leave now, peacefully, and do not come back—that is your only option.”
Turning his attention upward, he reassures the midwife, “We have this under control. Remain inside for your safety.”
Red grumbles under his breath, "All of this because they wouldn't give up a few meals."
He makes a very visible gesture to back up the deal that Merrick and Roven have offered, and says, "Very well."
Minrakar’s grip tightens on his glaive as the beast approaches and takes Merrick’s meager offering. This could turn ugly really fast if the manticore decided that they looked tasty.
“Isn’t there enough wildlife around here for you to hunt?” the minotaur asked. “I’m sure there’s lots of deer or something roaming around.”
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